Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually.

Love is the natural occupation of the man of leisure.

If a given combination of trees, mountains, water, and houses, say a landscape, is beautiful, it is not so by itself, but because of me, of my favor, of the idea or feeling I attach to it.

In certain almost supernatural states of the soul, the profundity of life reveals itself entirely in the spectacle, however ordinary it may be, before one's eyes. It becomes its symbol.

Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.

There can be no progress-real, moral prgress-except in the individual and by the individual himself.

Even as a child I felt in my heart two opposite emotions: the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.